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Week schedule and VOTING TIME!

TUESDAY

SHORTS: THE LAKE (14)

WEDNESDAY

AI ART: LINGERIE

THURSDAY

TOURNAMENT: RANDOM DUELS, day 2

FRIDAY

PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 10

SATURDAY

3D STORY: LESSON PLAN, pages 86-88

SUNDAY

TEXT STORY: THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS, part 8

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VOTING TIME! Remember:

TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.

SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).

After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:

1- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 23 votes.

2- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 20 votes.

3- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 19 votes.

4- MILK UDDERS: 18 votes.

5- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 14 votes.

6- BEAUTY BATTLE: 14 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

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1- LESSON PLAN: 25 votes.

2- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 22 votes.

3- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 16 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.

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The current options are:

TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE

1) MILK UDDERS

Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.

Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.

Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.

Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).

2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION

Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.

Where: Rome (Italy).

More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

3) BEAUTY BATTLE

Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.

Where: Beijing (China).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Short (100 pages or less).

4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS

Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.

Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA)

More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

5) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR

After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.

Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.

Where: Somewhere in Denmark.

More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER

Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.

Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.

Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

3D STORIES AVAILABLE

1) LESSON PLAN

Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.

Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.

Where: Málaga (Spain).

More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.

2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS

A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2

A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.

Where: U.S. West Coast.

More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR, part 7

“I think I’d be the one to teach you a lesson…” Tanja whispered back in her own defiance.

Another clap of thunder echoed over the building. The girls’ gazes narrowed, and Katja felt all her skin bristle in anticipation of another catfight. However, that time something restrained her from lunging at the other blonde and grabbing her hair. She wasn’t sure what exactly was stopping her low urges, but she felt that if on that occasion she didn’t lose control at the same moment as her look-alike nemesis, if only the other woman was the one with the short fuse, Katja would prove to herself that they weren’t quite the same—Tanja’s attacking her would put her in some kind of morally superior position, from which she would have no problem in defending herself tooth and nail.

“You know what?” Katja said with calculated contempt. “You’re not worth it. So leave me alone,” she turned to continue with the laundry.

“Stay out of my way,” Tanja retorted, and Katja watched out of the corner of her eye as her rival also went on with her laundry. “Or, better yet, move somewhere else.”

Katja almost gasped as she couldn’t believe the audacity of Tanja. She clenched her jaw, and her promise about not letting the confrontation escalate any further on her part was almost broken just seconds after she made it. In any case, her pride did not allow her to back down.

“Oh, please,” Katja scoffed, throwing a shirt into the washing machine drum with more force than necessary. “I was here first. If anyone should leave, it’s you.”

“You act like you own the place.” In Tanja’s voice and gestures, Katja could see how she tried to keep her composure, and she hated her for also matching her game of self-control. “News flash, girl: I just moved here today, so you can forget about me leaving.”

Katja turned her face just in time to see the other blonde squeeze a pair of shorts between her hands before putting it in the washing machine. Their mutual resentment hung heavy in the air and affected their every move, no matter what both punk rockers were doing.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere just because you want me to,” she said. “So I suggest you get used to the idea that we’re going to be neighbors for a while. And if you can’t handle that…”

“I can easily handle it,” Tanja replied with a cold glance. “So we’ll go on with this as long as you can stand it.”

“I can handle it more than you can,” Katja growled. “You should already know that.”

“We will surely see which of us is right and which is wrong sooner than later,” Tanja grunted.

“Oh, honey, that’s more than guaranteed,” Katja replied.

“I hope that’s a promise, neighbor,” the new girl hissed.

“It’s much more than a promise, neighbor,” Katja assured. “It’s a fact.”

Feeling that she could barely contain her burning, murderous cravings, she meticulously completed the task of loading the washing machine. Her actions were rapid and almost frenetic, and she poured detergent and fabric softener so hastily that a small amount escaped, forming tiny, glistening droplets outside the intended confines. The hum of the machines she was using began to rumble in the room along with the storm as she started the two wash cycles. Avoiding eye contact with Tanja, Katja prepared to leave but, despite her best efforts, a sense of inevitability flowed through her, forcing her past her opponent with an intentional and not at all subtle shoulder bump.

On the way to the exit, Katja noticed something: after years of enduring hungry, brazen stares from men, she could definitely tell when someone was staring at her ass—and Tanja’s twin eyes were now undoubtedly on her butt. She didn’t hesitate to give her black cotton shorts an extra swing, turning the usual discomfort of being objectified into a silent sense of female power.

Yes, look at my ass and suffer, you jealous bitch, Katja growled in her head, taking delight as, at last, and without looking back, she disappeared from the basement.

Chapter 4

Melting

Alone in the now claustrophobic space of the laundry room, with only the soft buzzing of the washing machines that her nemesis had set as sound in her solitude, Tanja found herself succumbing to a surge of overwhelming emotions, parallel to the strong storm raging outside. The thunders were rumbling in synchronicity with the internal turmoil she was experiencing, and the blonde found herself breathing more and more deeply, her heavy panting reverberating against the walls like she was singing a symphony of frustration and suppressed anger. Despite the cold of the rainy night, a few drops of sweat materialized on her forehead.

“I hate that fucking copycat!” she exclaimed to herself in an angry whisper, feeling the rise and fall of her bra-less fat chest under her white crop top. She meant her words, as she had never felt so much hatred for anyone before, let alone in such a short time. “Dirty bitch!” she felt the need to spit out, Katja’s presence triggering a storm of emotions within her, a torrent of animosity and rivalry that drove her to the brink of madness.

Turning back to her washer, Tanja continued with her laundry, not realizing what she was doing—her body acted mechanically, while her mind went over the tense encounter with her rival. The blatant exchange of glances had been a declaration of intent for both of them, and Tanja could only confirm where the crux of the matter lay between the two blondes: their physical antagonism reflected on their perfect duplication of bodies and faces. The insolent mirroring of curves poisoned the relationship between penthouse neighbors to such a level that even an act as mundane as washing clothes had felt like a major battle.

Whatever, Tanja thought bitterly. Even though we look alike, I’m hotter than her. And someday I will prove it to her. For good.

Flushing with embarrassment at some implications of her own thoughts that she herself did not quite understand, the young woman shifted her gaze to the side…and her heart seemed to skip a beat. On her hurried exit from the laundry room, her beautiful enemy had left her laundry basket behind and, threatening Tanja’s racing heart, from one edge dangled conspicuously a pair of black panties adorned with a white capital letter A surrounded by a circle—the distinctive symbol of anarchism.

“Fuck!” Tanja mumbled as her heartbeat pounded again, that time with a force that threatened her with cardiac arrest. Katja’s panties were identical, even in color, to the ones she was wearing under her shorts at that very moment. “Fuck, fuck!”

Tanja didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt tremendously horny with the mere sight of the seductive lingerie—tantalizingly waiting to be picked up like the forbidden apple from some paradise. Too eagerly, she tried to grab the panties, but the fabric slipped from between her nervous fingers and the panties fell into the laundry basket. Swallowing saliva and catching her breath, the blonde tried to control herself before she slowly slipped her fingers into the basket. Her unleashed mind created a dirty sexual metaphor that reddened her even more, but she finally managed to catch the panties. Holding up them in front of her, she awkwardly manipulated them to find the size, a flash of lightning illuminating the small label in a dramatic way. To her annoyance, though not to her surprise, she found that her neighbor wore panties in the same size as her.

“Damn copycat,” Tanja couldn’t help but insist under her breath. Her words lingered in the air as she couldn’t resist her instinct to investigate further. Leaning over, she peered into the laundry basket, only to be met with the realization that Katja had seemingly left behind an entire assortment of her lingerie. The unexpected discovery left Tanja in shock for a second or two, a mixture of excitement, curiosity and agitation hitting her hard physically and mentally. Her hands were soon rummaging through the erotic pile of black, red and purple fabric, and the blonde noticed that all the panties that she was looking at were still in her size.

As she continued examining the forgotten and dirty undergarments, an increasing urge welled within her to come across a bra within the sexy collection. Meeting Katja in the laundry room and seeing her in a tight-fitting white crop top under which there was undeniably no bra had altered her perception of Katja’s breast volume, and now she needed to know how big her nemesis really was in that department. However, not a single bra was to be found, and the absence made Tanja think with some annoyance that perhaps her rival didn’t always need the help of a bra to keep her boobs upright—just as she herself.

“She’s got them firm, so what? That doesn’t mean anything,” she whispered with an angry hiss. At the same time, her resentment towards the other blonde seemed to transfer in some strange, unreal way to the throbbing of her crotch, which quickened in increasing wetness. “I have the hottest and best tits in the building, with or without bra.”

The amalgamation of sexual stimulation and deep hatred disturbed Tanja’s mind with an idea quite unbecoming of her. Her first instinct was to look back at the stairs, aware that Tanja could be back at any moment—when she realized she had left clothes unwashed, or when the wash programs would be over in a few minutes. That only fueled what was going on in her head, so Tanja quickly found herself taking off her shorts and panties. The rain seemed to crash harder against the window as a light breeze caressed her naked and heated sex.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Tanja said to herself without stopping, leaving her black panties with the anarchy symbol over the washing machine before grabbing Katja’s twin panties. “Fuck…” Her heart again threatened to burst as she pulled the stolen lingerie up her toned legs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” A weird perverse excitement flooded her from top to bottom, all her skin bristling, and she couldn’t help but gasp halfway between nervousness and ecstasy when at last her neighbor’s panties covered her aroused pussy.

Outside, a clap of thunder ripped through the air with a frightening roar. Tanja, unable to control herself, grabbed her sensitive and fat bosoms and bit her juicy lower lip as she felt, or so she thought she felt, the indecent wetness in Katja’s unwashed panties touching the one in her own sex. For a moment, she seriously believed she was going to have an orgasm right there.

LESSON PLAN, pages 83-85

Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 9

Finally the bar population had dropped enough that there was room to move around the two women—but Kristin found herself sagging against the other panting brunette in the dark, the two dark-haired young vixens gripping and grappling slowly and helplessly, each fighting as much for oxygen as they did to subdue one another. Kristin wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck and shoulders, using the other woman just to hold herself up as she breathed raggedly against her. Alex stared into her eyes, almost too tired now to even grimace in hate, eyeing Kristin just with a numb, soulful helplessness as her arms encircled Kristin’s bare waist. Then Kristin felt Alex’s fingers move up her sides, across her belly and up finally to cup and squeeze her breasts through her black halter.

She moaned as Alex’s fingers kneaded her two throbbing glands, already tingling and aching from almost an hour of pounding and crushing against Alex’s chest. Alex’s big, cerulean eyes searched Kristin’s as her fingers closed in to find Kristin’s hard, sore nipples through her top and bra to pinch and twist the two sensitive brown shafts until Kristin was writhing against Alex’s body in agony. She dropped her arms from Alex’s bare shoulders, almost collapsing against the other brunette before briefly visiting her own punishment onto Alex’s top, targeting those two firm tits that had so defiantly pressed and mushroomed against her own and visiting her own spiteful, twisting injury onto the other brunette’s nipples after she found those two hard nubs hiding inside her tank top.

Kristin glared down at the creamy cleavage bulging out of the V scoop of Alex’s top, silently measuring what she saw against her own provocative boob display now being gripped, kneaded and pinched by her enemy. Eager to up the ante, she left one of Alex’s boobs alone and reached down to wreak the same havoc on Alex’s crotch that had left the other brunette whimpering and defeated at this very spot in the tavern five years ago…but as she grabbed and squeezed Alex May’s crotch she felt smooth black leather under her fingers where a soft lycra yoga pants crotch had greeted her five years earlier.

Alex stared hard into Kristin’s eyes and Kristin felt her left breast released and an answering, firm squeeze at her crotch as both women acknowledged the deadening leather pussy protection both had worn to this violent reunion, their faces staring with hateful respect at the thought each had obviously put into this renewed encounter…an encounter that neither of them could afford to walk away from defeated.

As Alex glared into her face Kristin fought to squeeze and pinch harder, but soon she found the other brunette reversing their positions with surprising strength until Alex May now had her pinned against the warm painted brick of the tavern hallway.

“I’m going to fucking teach you a lesson,” Alex’s whiskey-soaked voice taunted, finally making itself heard above the din of the bar for the first time that night. Kristin struggled helplessly as she felt Alex’s hand firmly on her belly, her thumb briefly entering her navel as her fingers slipped down into the confines of Kristin’s black leather pants from the front. She squirmed as Alex’s hand slid down into her pants, pushed aside her black satinpanty crotch and found Kristin’s hot, damp triangle of black pubic hair. Alex tugged on the matted fur sharply enough to force a gasp from Kristin’s open mouth before one finger curled up inside her molten hot, slick snatch until Kristin’s slippery, burning labia clenched around the invading digit as if it were milking a cock.

Alex jerked her hand roughly against Kristin’s throbbing pussy several times until the hallway seemed to be swimming around her. Then she took a final jerk of Kristin’s pubic hair before removing her hand and using it to grip Kristin’s face, her nails digging into Kristin’s cheek before she flicked her cum-slick forefinger under Kristin’s nose to make sure she smelled her own arousal in the heat of the bar.

“God, you’re hot and bothered down there, am I right you fucking bitch?” Alex growled at her. “Did you shoot me that text just to lure me back in here so you could get yourself off on my fingers?”

Kristin snatched the other brunette’s hand away and wrestled her off, shoving her back against the wall with a burst of angry strength she wasn’t sure she’d still possessed. Now it was her turn to shove her palm against Alex’s smooth, flat belly and jerk it down into the other girl’s leather pants, down into what felt like satinpanties to squeeze Alex’s vulva and twist at her pubes, forcing her own fingers between hot, dripping labia to satisfy her own deadly curiosity about this brunette rival who’d dared to defy her warning to show her face here again, and who had seemed so hot and eager to crush up against her and match her muscle and beauty up against Kristen’s just like she had five years ago.

Alex’s huge eyes squeezed shut now as Kristin assaulted her, fingers flicking into that molten hot lava of sexual arousal between her vulva, her hot body squirming against Kristin’s as she pinned the other brunette to the wall and took her revenge for that humiliating pussy invasion. Then she yanked the offending hand out and slapped Alex’s cum across her face once, then twice for good measure as the other brunette’s blue eyes opened and blazed at her in newfound hatred.

RANDOM DUELS - DAY 1

For these duels, we're going to do something a little different. The intention is to create a sort of narrative of random fights that happen across the globe, not an organized tournament. How will we do it? I follow a lot of women who inspire catfight stories on IG, so each week, I'll log in on IG a random day of the week and the women will fight in order of appearance (most recent post with the second most recent post...). So we will create a selection of 10 women, who will fight in the clothes they are wearing in the last post, and the type of fight will be determined with a 10-sided die roll (1-catfight, 2- hairpulling, 3- fistfight, 4-titfight, 5-kissfight, 6-legfight, 7-assfight, 8-belly punching, 9-bite fight , 10-sexfight) The following week, the same will be done: there may be new contenders, or contenders who don't show up. The first FOUR contestants to get 3 victories will be called by the mysterious Mrs. X for a final tournament...

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IRINA SHARIPOVA vs MARÍA GUIX

HAIRPULLING

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XENIA TCHOUMI vs GISELLE SOTO

SEXFIGHT

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LUCÍA GALAGUER vs SUANY YAMAKAZY

CATFIGHT

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LEE AH YOUNG vs ALANA ARAYA

FISTFIGHT

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CAROLINE PODLEWSKI vs DARIA ZARITSKAYA

TITFIGHT

AI: WONDER GIRLS

Shorts: THE LAKE (13)

Week schedule and VOTING TIME!

TUESDAY

SHORTS: THE LAKE (13)

WEDNESDAY

AI ART: WONDER GIRLS

THURSDAY

TOURNAMENT: RANDOM DUELS, day 1

FRIDAY

PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 9

SATURDAY

3D STORY: LESSON PLAN, pages 83-85

SUNDAY

TEXT STORY: DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR, part 7

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VOTING TIME! Remember:

TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.

SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).

After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:

1- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 16 votes.

2- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 15 votes.

3- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 14 votes.

4- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 14 votes.

5- MILK UDDERS: 12 votes.

6- BEAUTY BATTLE: 11 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

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1- LESSON PLAN: 23 votes.

2- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 16 votes.

3- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 13 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.

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The current options are:

TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE

1) MILK UDDERS

Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.

Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.

Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.

Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).

2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION

Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.

Where: Rome (Italy).

More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

3) BEAUTY BATTLE

Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.

Where: Beijing (China).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Short (100 pages or less).

4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS

Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.

Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA)

More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

5) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR

After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.

Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.

Where: Somewhere in Denmark.

More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER

Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.

Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.

Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

3D STORIES AVAILABLE

1) LESSON PLAN

Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.

Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.

Where: Málaga (Spain).

More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.

2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS

A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2

A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.

Where: U.S. West Coast.

More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 8

Before Alex knew it the New Year’s countdown was beginning, the crowd roaring “10, 9, 8…” around the two brunettes as Alex and Kristin pressed forehead to forehead and glared at each other in exhausted frustration. As the tavern denizens exploded on the arrival of midnight, Alex knew that no one was paying the two of them any mind and that nothing that passed between them would as much as raise the eyebrows of the people around them. But the renewed, throbbing energy of the crowd now shoved the two women together even more tightly in a bone-crushing press that forced them both to lose their grips on each other’s breasts and fight with their hands against the crowd just to stay upright against each other.

Alex glared into Kristin’s gasping, angry face as both women tried to curse one another over the din of the crowd, neither able to hear the other’s voice. Somehow Kristin Colt’s panting, hungry mouth found Alex’s, and somehow their two bodies seem to press more closely, more intimately together than they had in all the past thirty minutes of maddening, useless struggle to destroy one another in the midst of the tavern’s crush of bodies. The touch of the other brunette’s lips on her own only caused the fire of hate in Alex’s belly to burn hotter, but it was impossible now to engage Kristin anywhere but body to body and face to face. She felt a primal, savage hunger as Kristin Colt’s sneering mouth dangled and feinted dangerously close to her own, and then she lost control.

Alex forced her gaping lips against Kristin’s, tearing angrily at the other girl’s lips with her teeth and feeling the hateful, sadistic bites of the raven-haired beauty on her own mouth. As much as the other brunette’s fangs stung and pinched, the touch of that snarling mouth was also soft and teasing, and Alex felt herself moaning in something unlike the hateful growls she’d been uttering during this confrontation.

Then Kristin forced her long, hot tongue deep into Alex’s mouth in the ultimate humiliation of the night, almost choking her with the serpent-like power of that coiling instrument of taste before Alex managed to gag it out of her and shove her own throbbing tongue back against it, dueling in a snake-like, coiling struggle across panting mouths before she managed to force Kristin’s tongue back inside her mouth and chase it, filling the other brunette with her angry tongue until it was Kristin’s turn to choke and gag at this hot and slippery violation.

Alex had kissed other women for fun before, but there was nothing playful about this humiliating, sado-masochistic clash of tongues and lips. She felt like she was marking her territory like an animal, and that Kristin was doing the same to her—engaging her on some prehistoric, predator level, daring her to sink down to the darkest carnal depths along with her. To anyone in the bar watching they were just two girlfriends kissing, but to Alex’s mind she and Kristin had crossed a Rubicon that could never be uncrossed. Despite her utter, body-draining exhaustion, Alex felt a cold and furious determination to take this bitter confrontation to whatever finish line lay ahead until she or Kristin were satisfied once and for all.

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Kristin Colt’s lips burned from their ugly contact with Alexandra May’s mouth. She had warned the man-stealing tramp about coming back to this bar but she had to admit she had thrown out the text half hoping that it might finally goad the pale little bitch into coming back into Banger’s. She’d heard through the grapevine that Alex was in town and after five years wanted nothing more than a second chance to humiliate the high and mighty little brunette one more time.

She had to admit that Alex still looked good as she’d sighted her across the bar. There was something about the other brunette’s pouty little mouth and blunt nose that always made Kristin want to punch her, and after she’d fucked up her marriage by luring her ex Tom into some make out session that urge had become a passionate longing.

Now all she wanted was to make sure the other brunette minx didn’t escape Banger’s without Kristin riding on her tail. The taste of Alex’s soft mouth was still hot on her tongue, and she was dealing with a fiery mix of shame and satisfaction at the way she and Alex had gone mouth to mouth as the clock had struck midnight. This is what it had come down to between them all right, she thought to herself as she stared into Alex’s gorgeous, exotic blue eyes and maneuvered against her as the two women slowly fought their way towards the tavern’s rear exit.

The crowd was thinning now after a lengthy spell of climactic revelry after midnight, as she and Alex had literally slow-danced in the crush of bodies, each too exhausted to fight any further but each obviously determined not to let her female enemy escape in the aftermath of their initial, violent but frustrated confrontation. Alex’s arms had encircled her waist, her infuriatingly firm C-cup breasts remaining pressed against Kristin’s, her pelvis still managing to deliver an occasional weak but insulting punch of Alex’s pubic bone into her crotch—attacks that Kristin felt honor-bound to return with all the muscle her aching buttocks could muster.

As they had pushed their way toward the rear of the bar Kristin and Alexandra found themselves in the smoky, hot darkness of that same hallway outside the restrooms and rear exit where they had fought so viciously and so briefly five years ago. Alex seemed eager to get through that battleground, but Kristin very much wasn’t, and she tugged at the other brunette’s retreating body until she stopped her forward progress and wrestled Alex against a wall.

LESSON PLAN, pages 80-82

BEAUTY BATTLE, part 3

“Dirty bitch!” Xiu Li cried out while she stripped Fang Mei’s left bosom with a vigorous jerk. Her other hand squeezed her foe’s right breast in fury, but she found more than she expected under her fingers.

“Pretty firm, isn’t it, you nasty cunt?” Fang Mei read in the beautiful features of her rival’s face. Her fingers struggled with the front fastener of Xiu Li’s bra to strip both female glands at the same time, but she couldn’t help but take revenge with a vicious squeeze on one of her nemesis’ boobs.

“Mine are pretty firm too, huh?” Xiu Li could see with satisfaction the surprise in Fang Mei’s dark eyes as the other bra straps began to rip under the pressure of her pulling.

Ten seconds later, both beauties had practically torn apart the classy lingerie, the tortured boobs almost completely freed from its lace prison. But, sharing some soft moans of pain, the women looked for more and filled their impatient hands with seductive flesh in a malicious attempt to truly tested each other’s size and firmness—the previous mutual accusations of fake boobs came to nothing as soon as they both felt what the other beauty was carrying on her chest.

“Fuck you!” the two brunettes gasped just before pull the other pair of breasts down with cruelty. The ripping sound of bra straps breaking resonated in the air and, caught off guard, Xiu Li and Fang Mei fell to the floor, their firm, round asses pounding the ground loudly.

“Dirty bitch,” Xiu Li grunted, her denim-covered ass throbbing in pain. To her surprise, she found the remnants of the other woman’s shredded lace bra in her hands, the once delicate and intricate design now lay in tatters, but she wasn’t the only one with a trophy between her fingers after the short but intense duel of tugs, scratches and squeezes.

“Filthy cunt,” Fang Mei groaned, almost a couple of meters from her. Xiu Li’s beautiful black bra was in her possession, a ruined and torn casualty of their intense interaction, but that wasn’t what got her attention: the torso of the other woman was naked, as naked as her own.

决斗的规则
The Rules of the Duel

Silence took over the private booth as both beauties’ dark eyes focused on each other’s exposed rack. Even with their enemy fully clothed, the females had known that the other brunette had been blessed with big boobs—something that the sight of their love rival in a bra had confirmed—but nothing had prepared them for what was before them at that time. Heavy and solid, the other pair of glands stood proudly high on the other chest, pushing forward without any hint of sagging despite the generous size, a deep cleavage separating the two thick, dense hemispheres in an insolent display of firmness.

Without stopping their mutual scrutiny, the Chinese beauties slowly stood up, leaving the other broken bra discarded on the floor. The other bosoms barely quivered with the movement of the women getting on their feet, exhibiting a strength, a stiffness that made Fang Mei and Xiu Li swallow nervously. There were some little red scratches here and there on the white titflesh, result of the catfight fury of seconds before, but yet both sets of milky breasts looked incredibly beautiful. A nervous energy danced beneath their skin, fueled by the uncertainty of whether their shared lover might favor the curves of the other over their own. But immediately the natural arrogance of the dark-haired beauties took over, making each one believe that her own body surpassed the allure of her sex competitor, that Yuan Hong’s heart could only beat for her, that his cock hardened more for her.

“That’s the stuff you’re bragging about so much, slut?” Fang Mei broke the silence, her full lips twisting in a cruel mockery. “Well, I’ve seen high school girls with bigger boobs, and they don’t think they’re hot shit like you do.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, what did you say?” Xiu Li responded by pretending not to hear her rival. “Sorry I got distracted, but I was trying to tell the difference between your chest and your back. They look equally flat to me.”

Fang Mei licked her mouth slowly. Both were insulting each other almost childishly, telling each other obvious lies and exaggerations, but she didn’t have a problem with it—whatever she needed to humiliate that man-stealer would be fine.

“You call these trophies flat?” she mumbled, grabbing her fat pair for a few seconds. “You wish yours were half as big and firm as mine are.”

“Just look at mine, bitch.” Xiu Li briefly massaged her own bosoms. “Look how strong and full they are, and dare to tell me that bullshit again.”

Placing their hands on their hips, now dressed only in their sexy cut-offs, both women took a defiant step forward, just a little less than a meter separating now their heavy breasts from each other. At that distance, both moved their attention to the other nipples.

“Nice stiffies, you cow.” Xiu Li took the lead now. “Pink and long as Yuan Hong likes. Too bad mine are prettier and bigger.”

“Yours aren’t bad, I admit,” Fang Mei grunted back. “But the words you’re looking for are uglier and smaller if you want to compare them to mine.”

Xiu Li growled softly in response, looking at her topless opponent’s large, rough areolas. Like everything on Fang Mei’s bust—and like everything on her whole body, actually—they seemed to match their own equipment in size and shape, despite the mocking words that each beauty nastily dedicated to the other assets. Frustration simmered under Xiu Li’s skin, who couldn’t help but question the cosmic joke that had apparently conspired to reflect not only her animosity but also her physical ways on the other brunette.

“There’s nothing in your pathetic boobs that is bigger than what I have, no matter if we compare nipples, areolas or our own tits, so don’t think for a second that you are a better woman than I am,” Xiu Li said, taking a short step forward.

“You whore,” Fang Mei exhaled, moving closer to her antagonist and leaving her threatening breasts a few centimeters away from Xiu Li’s menacing pair. “Your nasty tits aren’t nearly as large as mine, your ugly nipples aren’t as stiff as mine, and your pathetic areolas look weak and repulsive.”

“You’re delirious, dirty bitch,” Xiu Li growled.

“Oh, no, it’s you who’s delirious, you fucking tramp,” Fang Mei retorted.

The air became electrified around the women, the alcohol on their breaths mixing, and the sixth sense they had both developed as attractive women in a man’s world put them on alert. There was danger, real danger in that private booth, but not because of a pervert on a street at night, or an annoyingly groping co-worker, but because two sets of firm, heavy naked bosoms were too close together, with their thick nipples pointing at each other in defiance.

“I can smash those flabby rotten baozi back into your chest without breaking a sweat,” Xiu Li found herself saying, to the surprise of her rival and herself. And yet she didn’t stop her mouth from keeping threatening. “And I can do it without using my hands.”

Fang Mei took air through her nose noisily, trying to control herself. As a ground stewardess, many people thought she had no idea what violence was, but it was those people who didn’t know anything about how dirty things used to get in her job. She had been involved in a couple of short physical altercations in her college years, but those female rivalries had been nothing compared to what she had experienced at the airport with her co-workers. Bad blood, catty comments, subtle hair-pulling…and even, on one occasion, she had ended up getting into an unprofessional fight in the locker room with another ground stewardess that no one, fortunately, had ever heard of. Fang Mei knew how to give and take a punch, and how to pin someone aggressive to the ground. But Xiu Li’s words did not speak of that; in fact, nothing that had happened or that they had said to each other since they had met in that bar was going in that predictable direction. Fang Mei felt physically threatened by the other brunette, but not because of her strength, but because of her sex appeal and similar looks. She knew that Xiu Li felt the same way about her, and that was why they were both topless in front of a stranger, arguing about boobs and nipples instead of beating each other up in a nearby alley to settle their differences. Her rival’s menacing words about smashing her breasts without using her hands made all the sense in the world in this strange, dirty rivalry.

“I don’t need my hands to dominate those soft, disgusting mochi you’ve got hanging there either,” Fang Mei finally grunted, glancing at her foe’s naked chest contemptuously. “If you’re really interested in doing this, I can crush them as flat as jianbing. I wouldn’t even charge you for the work, because it won’t take me long.”

Xiu Li could hardly believe what was going on, could hardly believe the words her rival dedicated to her with hate and the words she jealously spat out. That didn’t look remotely like any of the fights she’d had in the past, nor to her pair of catfights in college, nor to the fist brawl with a co-worker in the airplane lavatory on a flight to Los Angeles that nearly cost her her job. She didn’t know how fit that man-stealer was—although she seemed to be in good shape from what she saw in her belly, arms and legs—but somehow coming to blows with her didn’t seem to go to the root of the problem. That woman had called home, to her home, to get her out of her dream of a perfect future with Yuan Hong, and to tell her that she was fucking the man of her life. And then she had shown up with that stolen body, that stolen face to threaten her own ego, her own hotness and fuckability. Her boyfriend’s business meetings now looked in a different way, specifically in the feminine way of that dark-haired busty beauty mounting the businessman, skin to skin. Of course, the cheater had played both sides, cheating Fang Mei with the same lies, pushing both women into this dirty, intense, depraved encounter. Although Xiu Li knew that the copycat in front of her was as much of a victim as she was, she knew that she couldn’t leave that pub without first proving her and herself a few things. Only then would she deal with Yuan Hong.

Early Access: UNTITLED STORY (draft) by M. Petri

Petri sent me this scene from a story she has in mind for the future. For those of you who are SEXFIGHT level, I leave you the forward exclusively. Keep in mind that it's a first draft of a scene, so he still has some work to do.

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“Places in two minutes Miss Miller!”

Marilyn Miller shot a look at her Hollywood publicist Jill St. James before  sneaking a gulp of whiskey from the flask in her purse. Jill had gotten  her into this mess. It was the last day of shooting on Queen of the West,  an oater with Marilyn playing a saloon gal with a rival played by  redheaded actress Tina Lowell…a woman who happened to be Marilyn’s  biggest Hollywood rival.

Marilyn  hadn’t asked to be a star and she certainly hadn’t asked to be a sex  symbol—Jill had engineered a lot of that. But now that she’d made it,  she damn well wasn’t going to give it up to some cocky redhead like  Tina.

She  stewed as she recalled her meeting with Jill months ago where the  publicist had proposed this deal. “It’s Hot in New York is your biggest  hit” Jill said. “You’ve never gotten more ink, honey. But you know what  hit almost as big? God’s Gift to Men with Tina Lowell. And you know who reps her.”

Marilyn knew. To her Tina was just a cheap imitation out to mine Marilyn’s territory, right down to the mole on her left cheek.

“Janet  came to me last week with a proposal,” Jill said. “This western has  great roles for both of you, and a big fight scene that’ll cause a  sensation. Like it or not Tina showing off her sweaty tits in that  southern gothic made as many headlines as you getting your skirt blown  up last year. People talk about the two of you in the same breath  now—believe me, they’ll pay twice to see you two tussle on the big  screen.”

Marilyn  was used to being pushed by her agent. For all the success the  redheaded firecracker had engineered, she often bullied Marilyn to  tears. “So the deal is I give her half of the limelight and embarrass  myself in front of the whole country?” Marilyn had snapped. But jill St.  James was no shrinking violet and those cool brown eyes had glared at  Marilyn over her trademark cat’s eye sunglasses.

“You  could be a lot more embarrassed, sweetie. This deal will make the both  of us a fortune. And you owe me money to keep this sharp little mouth of  mine shut.”

“Places, everyone!”

The  AD’s bark snapped Marilyn back to the present and she saw Tina glance  at her expectantly from the other side of the stage in her scanty saloon  girl costume. A costumer, hairdresser and makeup artist made last  second adjustments, hovering intently around the star to shape her  famous platinum bob hairdo, arched eyebrows and bright red lipstick  along with the cleavage displayed by her tight green satin costume. The  amount of flesh displayed by their contrasting bar gal dresses had been  the focus of intense negotiations as both actresses maneuvered to outdo  one another and show off more of their bountiful chests, eager both to  please their fans and their expectations for the biggest sex symbols in  Hollywood but also to compete head-to-head with their newfound rival for  the first time on a movie screen. Marilyn was determined not to be  outdone in this arena but even she had to admit that Tina Lowell offered  up stiff competition.

Marilyn  moved reluctantly toward the saloon bar where Tina now waited, the  redhead’s sultry gaze traveling up and down Marilyn’s body as the blonde  approached.

“Continuity?”  the director growled. Fred Sterling was an old hand and Marilyn had  found him utterly unimpressed by her star appeal.

“Miss  Miller back against the bar counter with Miss Lowell up against her,”  the continuity man said, reading from his script. “They struggle and  start pulling hair.”

Tina’s  large green eyes batted lush false lashes at Marilyn as she moved up to  the bar and Marilyn took a second to eye Tina’s figure as the redhead  made room for the blonde. She tried to relax for a second as she eased  her back against the cushioned rail framing the bar and the two women  stared unblinkingly at one another from a foot or so apart.

Even  in the dank, sweaty atmosphere of the set Tina Lowell smelled  delicious, and Marilyn had to avert her eyes for a moment from Tina’s  hungry green eyes, her lush mane of wavy, shoulder length red hair and  creamy décolletage as Tina fearlessly stepped up until she was almost  nose to nose with the famous blonde.

Two  stunt girls had performed the most violent action of the fight and now  Marilyn and Tina had spent the bulk of the day shooting closeup action  where their faces had to be visible. It was tense, intimate work that  put Marilyn in far closer contact with Tina than she was comfortable  with.

“Okay, grip your fingers, you struggle against the bar, then you pull hair nice and tight and switch positions,” Sterling said.

“You  want me to grab her hair like this, over the ear?” Tina said, her voice  an innocent purr as she reached up and gave Marilyn’s fluffy platinum  waves a gentle but firm tug—just enough to feel annoying, Marilyn noted.

“No no, at the back, away from her face. Gotta see your faces,” the director said.

“Like  this?” Marilyn said, her voice a mockery of Tina’s coo as she firmly  gripped a handful of the other actress’s flaming red tresses from the  back and gave them a brief but tough little yank, enough to force Tina’s  eyes to bulge and flash as they bored into Marilyn’s. Both women turned  to listen to the director giving more detailed instructions while  silently and secretly twisting and tugging at each other’s hairdos in  cruel, catty little increments, each pulling just hard enough to punish  her onscreen adversary but not enough for anyone else on the set to  notice.

“Do  you want my body up against hers while we struggle or not until we pull  hair?” Tina asked innocently. Marilyn could already feel the heat of  the redhead’s body radiating against her and just the words “my body up  against hers” sent a little jolt of adrenaline through the blonde.

“Yeah, you pin her against the bar the whole time,” the director nodded.

“Like  this?” Tina said, suddenly gripping Marilyn’s hands, pressing them back  against the rail of the saloon bar and firmly pressing her torso—her  stomach, hips and chest directly up against Marilyn’s.

Somehow  the two sex symbols had managed to avoid this kind of direct body  contact and this obvious comparison of their two competing figures  throughout most of the day’s shooting. Marilyn had known the two  actresses would have to clinch at some point, but she had let herself  get distracted by the details of shooting and let Tina dictate the terms  of this secret confrontation, and she now felt herself flushing, almost  blushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment at the way the redhead  was taking control of the situation.

Even  worse, Tina seemed to take a keen, smug notice of Marilyn’s reaction.  “Don’t worry, dear,” she almost whispered. “Nothing to be embarrassed  about.”

Marilyn’s  eyes flashed at that remark and for a second an electric charge seemed  to pass through both women as they stood in a stiff, wary embrace  against the rail of the bar. Marilyn became keenly aware of the contours  of Tina’s comely body pressing against hers, the swell of her stomach  as she breathed and the cool, sweet breath of the redhead caressing her  face as Tina’s emerald green eyes stared into Marilyn’s. For the first  time she felt herself focusing on her rival’s bosom matching up  flawlessly against her own as Tina fearlessly pressed her top into  Marilyn’s. She had forced herself to sit through God’s Gift to Men after Jill had warned her about how Tina was stealing her thunder in  the southern gothic, and she well recognized that the redhead’s perfect  breasts easily rivaled her own. The weight and firmness of those two  porcelain glands bulging over the top of Tina’s saloon gal outfit  resisted the pressure of Marilyn’s equally creamy pair enough to force  the blonde’s breasts upward so that both women’s ample treasures  threatened to pop out of their plunging necklines—and the image of that  outcome, of their bare breasts emerging and touching one another’s  supple flesh unprotected, sent a shiver through Marilyn.

Before  she knew it, the director was calling action. Tina’s green eyes  flashed, Marilyn felt a yank on her hair, and she instantly retaliated.  Tina’s gorgeous face twisted into a snarl as it filled Marilyn’s range  of vision, and her body thrashed against Marilyn’s as the two women  struggled against the bar.

Marilyn  didn’t have to do any acting as she and Tina worked out the catfight  choreography. Her fishnet stockings gripped Tina’s and she found herself  yanking the other woman so close that they were cheek to cheek, Tina’s  dark blue lipstick dangerously close to Marilyn’s bright red lip gloss  as the two women groaned and squealed in each other’s arms. Tina’s  thighs, surprisingly powerful, clamped onto Marilyn’s, and the blonde  wrenched her upper body against the redhead’s as she attempted to flip  their positions and pin Tina to the bar rail.

The  two bombshells were spitting, panting with effort, anger and a raw  excitement Marilyn had never experienced before. She had scuffled before  with other women but never with anyone as sultry and threatening as  Tina Lowell. The redhead’s groans and gasps indicated a matching mixture  of breathless, animal excitement and fury, and Marilyn wanted nothing  more than to whisper or snarl her hatred into Tina’s ear.

She  had the redhead pinned before she knew it, and she managed to force her  head into position in time to see Tina’s expression of shocked surprise  at the way she was being manhandled by the blonde. Marilyn jammed her  upper body into Tina’s and she felt a jolting sensation as two hard nubs  of aroused flesh at the center of the redhead’s breasts somehow made  their presence felt through four layers of material between them and  Marilyn’s. For an electrified second the two women locked eyes and  Marilyn realized her own sensitive nipples had become as hard as bullets  as if in response to the two stiff nubs jutting out at her through the  material of Tina’s top. The redhead’s face looked flushed and Marilyn  was grateful for the pancake makeup masking both of their features as  she had no doubt their faces were both beet red at the sudden, intimate  development in the struggle.

“Cut!”  the director’s voice suddenly shattered the moment and Marilyn had to  force herself to stop thrashing against Tina, her fingers still locked  onto the redhead’s lush mane of hair and Tina’s still twisted into her  platinum blonde tresses. “Great stuff, girls! Print that!”

Marilyn  and Tina stared at one another in shock as their primal struggle found  itself blocked by the walls of civilization. Marilyn bared her teeth,  still panting, and she saw Tina’s pouting lips curl in an answering,  hungry snarl.

“I have to have her,” the blonde thought to herself.

Thursday's Topic: WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE MORE OF?

This question is very geographically specific, but I am interested in your opinion on possible new ideas. You can vote for several options if you wish.

AI: CAT-FIGHT

Shorts: THE LAKE (12)

Week schedule and VOTING TIME!

This week we have an update. Since the story TANGLE OF LEGS seems to have fallen out of favor, barely receiving any votes in recent months, it has gone into reserve. But, like THE HOLE, it is in a special reserve: since they are stories I enjoy writing, I continue to do so in my spare time, to have them finished and share them with all of you in the future (for example, if Petri finishes his story I would fill his slot with these stories in reserve if he doesn't have another one ready).  At the same time, this helps to finish the remaining stories sooner.

TUESDAY

SHORTS: THE LAKE (12)

WEDNESDAY

AI ART: CAT-FIGHT

THURSDAY

THURSDAY'S TOPIC: WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE MORE OF?

EARLY ACCESS: UNTITLED STORY (draft) by M. PETRI

FRIDAY

PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 8

SATURDAY

TEXT STORY: BEAUTY BATTLE, part 3

SUNDAY

3D STORY: LESSON PLAN, pages 80-82

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VOTING TIME! Remember:

TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.

SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).

After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:

1- BEAUTY BATTLE: 12 votes.

2- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 10 votes.

3- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 10 votes.

4- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 9 votes.

5- MILK UDDERS: 8 votes.

6- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 7 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

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1- LESSON PLAN: 19 votes.

2- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 8 votes.

3- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 11 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.

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The current options are:

TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE

1) MILK UDDERS

Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.

Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.

Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.

Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).

2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION

Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.

Where: Rome (Italy).

More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

3) BEAUTY BATTLE

Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.

Where: Beijing (China).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Short (100 pages or less).

4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS

Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.

Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA)

More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

5) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER

Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.

Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.

Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

6) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR

After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.

Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.

Where: Somewhere in Denmark.

More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

3D STORIES AVAILABLE

1) LESSON PLAN

Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.

Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.

Where: Málaga (Spain).

More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.

2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS

A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2

A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.

Where: U.S. West Coast.

More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS, pages 61-63

MILK UDDERS, part 31

It was as if time stood still. Three days after the life-changing event they had both privately experienced, the young busty milkmaids meet again. Melania immediately understood that the unexpected encounter at the Hotel Alpin Pflerschtal wasn’t at all fortuitous, since in Bianka’s bright eyes, behind pupils dilated with hatred, shone a certain malicious sparkle. There was a designed plan behind it, a spider’s web woven by the Austrian rival for her.

You bitch, what the fuck are you doing here? Melania thought. Well, whatever, I have no problem taking the bait, as you should already know.

“Hello, my dear,” Sofia said as soon as she became aware of Melania’s presence, her words inadvertently breaking the tense moment of glances between her and Bianka. “Can I help you in any way?”

“Yes, Miss Gruber,” the brunette replied, looking at the hotel owner, though she was unable to stop monitoring Bianka out of the corner of her eye. “I’m here on behalf of Motherfiglia Latteo. Mi name is Melania Tantilatte, partner of the company together with my mother.” She showed the delivery list. “These are the dairy products we are unloading from the truck now, as agreed at the cattle fair.”

“May I see that, Miss Tantilatte?” Sofia asked, approaching Melania.

“Of course,” the Italian nodded, handing the printed sheet to the older woman.

As soon as the hotel owner looked down at the list, Melania felt free to look directly back at Bianka. The beautiful face of her nemesis remained a complex mixture of emotions, some better hidden than others. The animosity was clearly visible in her eyes, and the resentment she undeniably felt over the defeat of breasts days before came out with a certain occasional soft twitch at the corner of her full lips. But the tumultuous relationship between the two young women was also reflected in a kind of hunger that burned in Bianka’s serious gesture, making her look dangerous as never before to Melania.

It wasn’t until the brunette could see past the hatred and lust for revenge that Bianka’s face showed that she noticed something different about her: for the first time since she had known her, she was wearing make-up. It was very subtle, with a slight white eyeliner and a soft pink lipstick, but it was enough for Melania to realize how little the other woman needed to enhance her natural beauty. A pang of jealousy flooded the Italian’s heart at such a revelation, but she found immediate solace in her own graceful features. Melania was also wearing make-up in the presence of her enemy for the first time and, like Bianka, her bare beauty didn’t need to be enhanced with cosmetics. Still, she was grateful to level the playing field against the Austrian with her own smooth black eyeliner and delicate red lipstick, so she could deal with Bianka on an equal footing in the looks department.

Predictably, Melania’s dark eyes then turned their full attention to the main focus of their female rivalry. Lowering her gaze, she observed Bianka’s torso clad in a thick white cotton top, and immediately noticed that it was as thick and impenetrable as her own. Melania understood that, after the dirty, hot events of three days ago, Bianka had come to the same conclusion as she had and had opted to armor up a little more and protect her greatest assets. From that distance, the Italian could even get the impression that the white-haired milkmaid that time was wearing a bra, so it was not crazy to think that Bianka’s generous bosoms were going through the same sense of vulnerability as her own fat pair—although aggravated by the flesh defeat on Sunday. Still, Melania had to bite her lower lip to contain her annoyance that her adversary’s bust looked so big and bulky under that white tank top.

“Here is some kind of error.” Sofia broke the moment again, and Melania caught Bianka’s blue eyes in the act by taking a good look at her own black top and the substantial load that the cotton was holding before both girls attended to the third woman on the scene. “Please, may I have your delivery list, Miss Lautermilch?”

“Of course, Miss Gruber, right here.” Melania couldn’t stop her body from trembling slightly as she heard Bianka’s voice again after nights hearing it only in her sleep.

As Sofia checked and compared the two sheets of paper, Melania and Bianka checked and compared each other again. After another good, long look at the Austrian’s top-covered breasts, Melania’s gaze lowered and lingered on Bianka’s exposed midriff. Never before had the other girl shown her belly to her, but the brunette was not surprised to see it looking that flat and fit—the subtle definition of the Austrian’s abdominal muscles matched those of her own revealed stomach, and the delicate curve of her waist had nothing to envy to Melania’s. The Italian girl still couldn’t believe how much both young bodies mirrored each other, no matter how much more she discovered about Bianka’s figure, and, as her rival also shamelessly seized the opportunity to visually dissect her, she ended up wondering if, in the end, she would have to confront in one way or another the rest of the virtues that Bianka’s physique arrogantly exhibited, as she had done—and would continue to do if the blue-eyed milkmaid demanded it despite the last humiliation—when antagonizing large boobs.

The examination of Bianka’s body concluded with a brief glance at her blue jeans, identical to the pants the brunette wore herself, and a pair of white sneakers in opposition to her black ones. There was no time for more, as Sofia spoke again.

“I see what has happened,” she said, holding up both lists. “Here we have always bought dairy goods from Zweifrauen Milchhof.” She pointed to Bianka. “But from what I see here, my husband signed a new contract with Motherfiglia Latteo the other day.” Now she pointed to Melania. “Since he is so absent-minded, he didn’t tell me anything before he left on his trip. What a hassle.”

“So, it’s my milk products that stay,” Melania stated immediately, casting a victorious glance at Bianka.

“Absolutely not,” the other milkmaid interjected. “No one has notified us that our delivery has been cancelled.” She looked back at Melania. “And as far as I know, Miss Gruber is still in charge here, not her husband.”

“But surely she delegated this decision to him,” the Italian woman looked at the hotel owner for a moment. “Is that so, Miss Gruber?”

“My order was signed by Miss Gruber, that’s all that matters,” Bianka interrupted. “So my milk products stay.”

Just then, in the biggest of coincidences, as if the situation required even more pressure, two men entered the room, each with a transport trolley full of boxes: the Portuguese worker who had come with Melania, and a tall guy who the brunette guessed worked for Bianka.

“Get the goods into the storeroom,” Melania and Bianka said at the same time. Half a second later, they both exchanged a quick and poorly disguised angry glance.

“One moment, please!” For the first time, Sofia seemed to lose a little of her composure. “Calm everyone down! This is getting out of hand…”

For a few seconds, Melania stopped listening to the older woman. All her attention was on Bianka, whom she could not believe had such arrogance in her after the dirty punishment she had given her at the old train station.

This bitch needs another lesson, she mused, just before another thought assailed her. I should have fucked her boyfriend when I had the chance.

The room crackled with growing and unspoken tension while the brunette felt her animosity for her white-haired nemesis consuming her—a stinging hatred of a rivalry that was five days old but felt like it had been burning for years. The reciprocity from Bianka’s feelings was palpable in the charged atmosphere, Melania knowing that only the presence of others was preventing the two from throwing themselves at each other.

“…that will solve the problem for now.” Sofia’s voice eventually drew Melania’s dark gaze. “We exceptionallystayed with both deliveries today, but I will talk to my husband on the phone and then contact you or your mothers to let you know my decision on the contract. Is it an acceptable compromise for everyone?”

“It is, Miss Gruber,” Bianka spoke before Melania could open her mouth. “You know that you can count on Zweifrauen Milchhof for all your needs.”

“We at Motherfiglia Latteo will be waiting for your call,” Melania intervened. “I’m sure we will be able to reach a satisfactory agreement.”

“Perfect,” the owner said with a sincere smile, before turning to the men. “Leave all the goods at the back of the room, please.” She turned her attention back to the young milkmaids. “And you two, to make up for the misunderstanding, would you accept some sauna invitations? You can come at any moment you want…”

“I can take the moment now,” Bianka agreed immediately, taking Melania, Sofia and even her worker by surprise.

“But Miss Lautermilch,” the man verbalized. “We still have many orders to…”

“You’ve been working with us for some time now. I trust you to take care of the route,” the Austrian interrupted him, still with her blue eyes fixed only on Melania. “I need this right now.”

Swallowing hard, the Italian beauty felt her heart racing. Bianka immediately, unashamedly accepting the invitation to the sauna had caught her off guard, leaving her torn under a surge of conflicting emotions. The prospect of being alone with Bianka again, especially in a place as intimate as a sauna, had come out of nowhere, and she couldn’t stop her heart from racing under a wave of nerves and excitement.

“I need a nice relaxing sauna now too,” Melania found herself saying. Without taking her eyes off Bianka, she gave the order to her worker: “I’m leaving you in charge.”

“Well, then say no more,” Miss Gruber said, oblivious to the sudden rise in temperature around the two young women. “Let me escort you to the saunas.”

As Sofia took the lead, Melania and Bianka walked a few steps behind her, completely forgetting about the confused men who were left alone in the storage room. For the brunette, the environment faded around her instantly, without her being aware of the hallways she walked or the people she crossed paths with. For her there was only a desperate, almost painful anticipation, growing with each step, each one bringing her closer to the private encounter she had desired from the moment she laid eyes on Bianka minutes earlier. Beside her, the other girl was staring straight ahead, and Melania could see that her body language projected barely-contained anxiety, confidence and ambition all at once.

Petri's Writing: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 7

Alex bucked against Kristin’s lean body, her sweat-drenched belly smearing against Kristin’s bare, sweat-slick abs as the other brunette seemed to devour her, Kristin’s hot mouth sucking and biting at her like a vampire draining the life from its victim. Alex’s arms, legs and belly, even her butt were all aching from exertion, and she almost felt like the only thing keeping her standing now was Kristin’s arms and the other bodies crushed in around her holding her up.

Kristin seemed to hold the bite for several long, excruciating minutes, her teeth crushing into the muscle, her mouth sucking on Alex as if eager to leave the reddest love wound she could on her opponent’s body. When she pulled away both women glared at one another forehead to forehead, their breath coming in desperate, ragged gasps—but despite what seemed like utter, hopeless exhaustion, Kristin’s dark almond eyes glared fiercely into Alex’s cerulean irises and Alex stared back at her with a trembling, eroticized thrill of growing catfight lust as the antes were upped by this new exchange of pain and sadism.

Alex thrashed her torso against Kristin’s, furious at her inability to land blows into the other woman’s flesh, and Kristin’s angry mouth spat unintelligible curses against her lips, hateful words that Alex spat back syllable for syllable as she leveraged her own volley of obscene insults and threats, somehow answering every hateful taunt and jab she imagined Kristin had delivered. Her abdominal muscles throbbed in pain as she edged her pelvis into Kristin’s, cocked her glutes into a waiting clench and then jammed her pubic bone hard into Kristin’s crotch.

She managed to hear the other brunette’s low grunt of pain, the vibration of the moan transmitting directly from Kristin’s solar plexus to Alex’s belly as they clinched. Kristin’s open mouth snarled against Alex’s as she furiously returned the blow, the hard, smooth leather of her pants crotch biting into Alex’s. The two women hissed, their faces grinding against one another, noses bending, exchanging hot breaths as they each began to ram vengeful, murderous pubic blows into each other’s pussies, ramming attack after attack between each other’s thighs, bare abs tightening against one another with each angry thrust as each young woman grunted and absorbed the pounding assault from the other and then returned the thrust with as much added interest as each could muster while their glutes and abs throbbed and cramped at the effort. Alex almost managed to bite Kristin’s chin, while the other angry woman nipped savagely at Alex’s jaw as both obsessed brunettes began to exhaust both their aching muscles and their ability to maneuver and attack in the hot, dangerous press of bodies.

Alex could feel herself being moved and shoved against Kristin just by the other people around her, the other brunette’s torso smashing into her own every bit as much from the people behind her as from her own desperate, maddening thirst for conflict with Alex. They almost didn’t need to fight each other, Alex thought—only glare sullenly at one another as their bodies were crushed and pounded against one another. Alex’s breasts throbbed as they collided and mushroomed against Kristin’s again and again in a violent contest of firmness and assertiveness, her mouth encountered Kristin’s in jarring, frustrating, glancing feints and abrasions, bared teeth occasionally grazing gaping lips but neither woman truly managing to bite the other despite their obvious hunger to consummate this body-grinding, mouth-threatening public duel. Amazingly, the people around them barely seemed to register the hateful, crushing confrontation boiling in their midst, with only a few curious glances thrown their way as everyone around them seemed more interested in their own shouted conversations and the rapid approach of midnight.

Alex felt a sudden pressure on her breasts and she stiffened as she realized that Kristin had freed her arms just enough to wrestle her hands upward onto her boobs. Kristin’s dark eyes bored into Alex’s as she began to squeeze and pinch Alex’s two tingling C-cup glands with slow, torturous precision. Her tits had started tingling, nipples hardening with adrenaline the instant she’d sighted Kristin in the bar, and her breasts were now vividly vulnerable to touch and pressure. She winced, twisted and bucked under Kristin’s cruel fingers, hissing in the other brunette’s face as Kristin leered sadistically at her. But her violent thrashing under the attack soon provided its own advantage as she managed to free her own forearms just enough to slide up Kristin’s body and cup the other woman’s too warm, firm boobs with her hands.

Alex had never grabbed and felt another woman like this, but the look of sultry hate and angry pain on Kristin’s face was more than enough encouragement for her to continue until she managed to pinch the other brunette’s hard nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She felt herself flush as her fingers measured the inch-long, erect little shafts projecting from the other brunette’s perfect breasts and realized that Kristin Colt’s nipples were just as long and hard as her own were. The two lithe women twisted and moaned against each other, eyes locked in defiant hatred as they squeezed, twisted and pinched each other’s flawless breasts through their scant black tops, each forcing the other’s globes to bulge upward until they threatened to pop clear of their tank tops’ scooped necks, Kristin’s tawny breast flesh showing droplets of sweat while Alex’s creamy tits quivered and jiggled under Kristin’s fingers.

Match-up: NICOLA VS CAROLINE

AI: SHAME

Shorts: THE LAKE (11)

Week schedule and VOTING TIME!

TUESDAY

SHORTS: THE LAKE (11)

WEDNESDAY

AI ART: SHAME

THURSDAY

MATCH-UP: EYES DON'T LIE

FRIDAY

PETRI’S WRITINGS: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 7

SATURDAY

TEXT STORY: MILK UDDERS, part 31

SUNDAY

3D STORY: THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS, pages 61-63

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VOTING TIME! Remember:

TITFIGHT LEVEL: 1 vote for a text story and 1 vote for a 3D story.

SEXFIGHT LEVEL: 2 votes for a text story and 2 votes for a 3D story (you can split the votes if you want to vote for more stories).

After the previous week's voting, the results are as follows:

1- MILK UDDERS: 9 votes.

2- BEAUTY BATTLE: 8 votes.

3- TANGLE OF LEGS: 7 votes.

4- EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION: 6 votes.

5- MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER: 5 votes.

6- DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR: 4 votes.

7- THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 3 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

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1- THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS: 11 votes.

2- LESSON PLAN: 9 votes.

3- UNFINISHED BUSINESS: 7 votes.

*it doesn't get any more bonus until it's the winner of the week.

The winning story of the week will receive a 5-vote penalty for the next vote. Any non-winning story will receive an extra cumulative vote for each week without winning (+1 the first week, +2 the second week...), up to a maximum bonus of 15 votes in the fifth week. In case of a tie, the story that has not won for the longest time or, if not, the one that is the least written will be chosen.

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The current options are:

TEXT STORIES AVAILABLE

1) MILK UDDERS

Two young busty mildmaids face each other in a battle of milk-squirting boobs.

Women: Petite, big-breasted, white-haired vs dark-haired.

Where: The Alps, on the border between Austria and Italy.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Nipplefight, Sexfight.

Story length: Very long (300-500 pages).

2) EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION

Two cocky female teachers secretly battle each other for supremacy at a high school.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, medium-breasted.

Where: Rome (Italy).

More suitable styles: Kissfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

3) BEAUTY BATTLE

Two pretty look-alike women deceived by a man meet in a pub to find out who is the better one in a battle of flesh and alcohol.

Women: Slim, dark-haired, big-breasted.

Where: Beijing (China).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Short (100 pages or less).

4) THE STAIRCASE OF THE LIFEGUARDS

Reimagining of the rivalry between Valentine Silverman and Kristine Anderson, young and sexy lifeguards.

Women: Leggy, blonde vs brunette, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA)

More suitable styles: Titfight, Legfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

5) TANGLE OF LEGS

Two office workers in a skyscraper can't stop hearing about each other and how amazing the other legs are.

Women: Tall, leggy, redheads.

Where: Somewhere in Europe.

More suitable styles: Legfight, Toe fucking, Hairpulling.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

6) MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER

Over the course of many years, a beautiful young Spanish girl will gradually fall into the lascivious world of female rivalry.

Women: Chestnut-haired vs all types of women.

Where: Different places in Spain, Portugal, Italy and Belgium.

More suitable styles: Titfight, Sexfight, Catfight.

Story length: Insanely long (more than 500 pages).

7) DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR

After moving into a penthouse apartment, a beautiful young woman discovers that her neighbor looks exactly like her.

Women: Blondes, big-breasted, great asses.

Where: Somewhere in Denmark.

More suitable styles: Assfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

Story length: Average (100-200 pages).

3D STORIES AVAILABLE

1) LESSON PLAN

Two female teachers compete to see who is the better of them. This story is a remake of the story I put up for sale but, since I lost much of the original work, this time you decide how it develops.

Women: Big-breasted, brunettes, firm ass.

Where: Málaga (Spain).

More suitable styles: Titfight, Assfight, Sexfight.

2) THE RETURN OF THE LIFEGUARDS

A continuation of The Lifeguards. Kristine and Valentine face each other again after a draw in their first duel.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, leggy, big-breasted.

Where: Lakeport (USA).

More suitable styles: Legfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

3) UNFINISHED BUSINESS, PART 2

A continuation of Unfinished Business. Kim and Janet fight each other again in a desperate rematch.

Women: Blonde vs brunette, petite, big-breasted.

Where: U.S. West Coast.

More suitable styles: Catfight, Titfight, Sexfight.

LESSON PLAN, pages 77-79

DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR, part 6

“You…” Katja’s fingers tightened around the detergent bottle, the plastic creaking slightly in her grip. For a moment, she could say no more, but when she finally managed to utter a word, her voice sounded somehow broken. “Are you following me? Stalking me?”

“It is youwho stalks me,” Tanja replied, her own voice dry with undeniable nervousness. “I’m sure you’ve been planning to ambush me down here all alone for quite some time.”

“I left home first, so stop talking shit,” Katja growled back. “It obvious that you heard me and ran out to meet me here.”

“More like you were spying on me, sticking your ear to my wall or something, and you knew I was getting ready to do laundry,” Tanja said. “Makes sense for a real obsessive freak like you.”

“Obsessive freak, me?” Katja put the detergent down on the washing machine, and took a step forward. “Listen to me well, girl: you couldn’t even sleep a wink thinking about me, about what happened before, and that’s why you were awake and very attentive to where I was going. So you’re the fucking obsessive freak here.”

“Please, leave me out of your paranoid games,” the other blonde spat with contempt. “I came to do laundry, not to exchange words with a troublemaker.”

“You are the troublemaker…” Katja said, but her voice and heart stopped as she saw Tanja starting to walk ahead. She heard a soft jingling, and noticed that Tanja was wearing a black silver bracelet on her right wrist. Her whole body tensed, the memory of the catfight hours before bristling all over her lightly sweating skin.

Tanja, however, didn’t jump on her, as she thought…and wished. Her new neighbor merely positioned herself at the washing machine next to her and began to put the laundry into its drum. Katja was a bit thrown off by the unexpected turn of events, by the undesirable anticlimax, the renewal of violence between the two young punk rockers settling into an unfulfilled promise because Tanja was doing exactly what was supposed to be done in a laundry room.

Reluctantly, and with her senses alert, Katja continued to do her own laundry. Surrounded by a tense silence that not even the storm outside could break, nor the flashes of lightning distract, the two beautiful girls acted as if nothing was happening, as if that situation was the most normal in the world. But it wasn’t: unable to control herself, Katja kept looking at Tanja out of the corner of her eye over and over again. The first thing that made her angry was the outfit the other blonde clone dared to wear: a pair of blue cotton shorts and a tight-fitting white crop top.

How dare she? she thought infuriatingly as she saw that they were both dressed almost identically, with only the color of the shorts changing. Just as hours before they had both matched in similar T-shirts and leather pants, now they mirrored each other in their next outfit. Katja couldn’t help but think that, even if neither of them knew they were going to cross each other’s path at that ungodly hour, they had both unconsciously anticipated that possibility by making sure to move into a shorter, tighter attire.

Consciously or not, the opponents’ tactic had worked, as all the questions they might have had about the other body were now a little closer to having an answer. Katja couldn’t help but stare at Tanja’s fastidiously body-hugging top and shorts, and the generous curves they contained, and end up furiously admitting how hot the other blond was. However, it was clear that the opportunity for a closer comparison was also being seized by Tanja, and Katja didn’t hesitate to accept her sidelong glances by accentuating each of her curves with subtle movements.

Katja soon realized that Tanja’s boobs were, to her distress, larger than she had guessed, but she still held out hope that she was the bigger-breasted of the two blondes. At first, she sought solace in the fact that her own bra-less bosoms were able to stand at the same height as Tanja’s bra-covered bust, which could only mean that she, at least, had the advantage of having the firmer chest of them. But her arrogance was sapped as soon as the other blonde shifted her weight from one leg to the other slightly, causing her generous breasts to sway gently in a way they would never have done under the restraint of a bra. Like her own pair, Tanja’s female virtues needed no more support to stand upright on her torso than her own plentiful natural firmness.

You dirty, haughty… she mentally spat, not wanting to finish the thought as if that was a sign of weakness. As a retort, she lightly shook her own boobs, delighting in the hesitant twitching of Tanja’s twin blue eyes.

The comparison didn’t stop at their supposedly identical twin breasts, however, for the more she saw of the other body, the hungrier Katja felt. Her gaze lowered to measure Tanja’s bare stomach for the first time. In the firm, flat space between her white top and blue shorts, a shiny piercing in the shape of a small snake decorated the other punk-rocker’s seductive navel, its silver and blue sparkles glinting in the lightning light outside. Katja cursed not to have put her own snake-piercing in her belly button to counter her foe, but when she looked down, to her surprise that piercing was shining in the center of her smooth and fit abdomen, its silver and green tones competing with the gleam of Tanja’s piercing. She really didn’t remember putting it on, but it was clear that some deep instinct had made her unconsciously prepare for a female encounter that only her subconscious had anticipated. Once she got over the surprise, Katja noticed that there was not an ounce of fat on Tanja’s abdomen, just as there was not on her own. Already in the short catfight with her, she had noticed that the new neighbor was in good shape, and the glimpse of her belly confirmed it immediately.

Katja also didn’t appreciate the realization that that cheap copycat paired her too if she compared the sinuous, arching curves that shaped her waist and hips with Tanja’s, or if she looked at the newcomer’s bare legs, her lower limbs obviously displaying as long and strong as her own. Katja had always had strong thighs, full of feminine energy but, at her side, Tanja exhibited an identical power. The rest of her legs looked toned, with a beautiful length that ended in house slippers, and Tanja’s left ankle was adorned with a simple silver anklet bracelet. With the excuse of grabbing the fabric softener, Katja took a step back to get a good look at Tanja’s ass, and she had to grudgingly admit that it still seemed just as round and firm as when she had gotten a nice glimpse of it when it was covered in tight leather hours earlier.

The storm was intensifying outside and raindrops were hitting the basement windows with a chaotic rhythm as the nearby thunders now merged with Katja’s heartbeat, creating a symphony of tension inside her. A sudden lightning flash illuminated the whole laundry room, casting stark shadows that danced across Tanja’s cloned figure—it was as if the universe conspired to amplify the charged atmosphere between the two women. Katja, caught in a silent struggle, felt the weight of unspoken words and unresolved conflicts pressing upon her. That was by far the most stressful situation of her life, even more so than the earlier body-to-body clash and all that it had involved, as looking at the incredible figure of her look-alike nemesis and not being able to go any further was slowly killing her. Somehow, the other punk rocker looked sexier than before, but also more physically identical to her—something she thought would be impossible.

“You really like accessories, huh?” The soft but tense voice of the other blonde felt weird after so many minutes of silence. Katja shook her head, not understanding what Tanja was referring to. She had only put on her belly button piercing—without even being aware of it—while her penthouse neighbor adorned her belly, right hand and left ankle with silver. But, once again, reality hit Katja, disorienting her, because, following Tanja’s gaze, she realized that she also was ornamenting her left wrist with a black silver bracelet and her right ankle with a silver bracelet.

But when the fuck did I… she grumbled inside her head, unable to believe how automatically her body had acted, and how anxious and worried her mind had been with her nemesis to the point that she wouldn’t have noticed any of this.

“As much as you like them,” Katja grunted back in defiance, trying to obviate her absent-mindedness—the unexpected appearance in her life of a woman so similar in looks, attitude and tastes was mentally unbalancing her. “And by the way, just to make things clearer between us,” she added, suddenly feeling the need to conclude the previous conversation. “Remember, you were the one who came to my door before, so you are the troublesome stalker.”

“You were more than ready to go out and look for me,” Tanja replied without wasting a second. “So don’t play innocent here.”

“Just shut up,” Katja mumbled.

“You shut up,” her doppelganger exhaled.

Again, both blondes pretended to ignore each other to continue with the laundry, but in that atmosphere charged with electric tension, neither was able to stop watching and comparing herself to the other. The storm outside increasingly mirrored Katja’s inner tempest, with lightning, heavy rain and thunder somehow graphically showing all the hatred that she felt for Tanja.

“How old are you?” the other blonde asked directly, suddenly a couple of minutes later. The question caught Katja by surprise, but she immediately caught the intent behind the request.

“I’m 30 years old. What about you?” she said. Swallowing, she wished that her rival was no younger than her.

“I’m also 30,” Tanja spoke slowly.

“Month?” Katja asked.

“September, you?” Her rival put the ball back in her court.

“September,” she replied, gritting her teeth a little at the constant coincidences.

“Don’t tell me you were also born on the 17th?” Tanja hissed.

“Shit, yes,” Katja recognized. “Are you going to ask me about the hour my mother gave birth to me too, you obsessive freak? You want to be younger than me anyhow, huh?”

“You haven’t been told before that you’re a big fucking mouth,” her clone enemy snarled. “We’re exactly the same age, but I’m still better than you.”

“Okay, you want to go that way again?” Tanja left her laundry to turn to Katja. “You’re really looking for a lesson and, in the end, I’m going to have to give it to you.”

Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 6

Alex moaned in a mix of discomfort at the crowd smashing in around her and her own sick thrill at finally being face to face, muscle to muscle against the woman who had beaten and squeezed her into a humiliated heap in this bar five years ago. She felt her chest crush up against Kristin’s as the other woman’s pert bustline, cleavage bursting upward out of her tight black tank top, crammed into Alex’s almost in an intentional display of firm young womanhood that Alex felt compelled to respond to, arching her back and shoulders to jam her own firm C-cup breasts back against Kristin’s defiantly, her pelvis thrusting backward to give her trim, strong thighs more leverage to shove her torso back against Kristin’s.

Kristin’s body responded, coiling and squirming up against Alex’s chest to chest at first…but as the crowd swarmed around them that tiny amount of space their muscular butts and pelvises had sought to push themselves more powerfully against the woman opposite her evaporated until Alex felt her bare, flat belly meet up against Kristin’s taut abs and finally her quivering pelvis and thighs edged up against the other brunette’s in the hot, cramped darkness of the crowd. She squirmed and pressed into Kristin eagerly in spite of herself, hungry to match every inch of muscle she had against the other brunette in an angry display of feminine power. She felt rather than heard Kristin’s voice uttering a long, guttural grunt, a moan of effort and anger as she too matched her every muscle and sinew up against Alex’s body, both women’s torsos undulating and flexing like two belly dancers showing off their abilities in a wordless, sweating showdown.

Alex managed to force her right arm free from the other humans pressing up against her and dig her nails into Kristin’s exposed, perspiring midriff, and she felt the other brunette’s taut muscle flexing under her fingers. Kristin snarled, baring her teeth in an animalistic expression that had Alex staring down in hungry hate at the other woman’s sexy slash of a mouth and her perfect row of front teeth dangerously close to Alex’s face. She felt Kristin’s other hand digging its claws into her bare flank, the other brunette now using both hands to pull her body in even closer, and she struggled to push and jerk against the other brunette, frustrated at the way her arms were being pinned against her so that she could barely get a grip of her sultry opponent despite their almost dancing against each other in the hot dank air of the tavern. She found her own mouth opening hungrily, her lush lips baring her teeth in a snarl of hatred as Kristin’s twisted, gorgeous features filled her vision. Her chin grazed Kristin’s and the other brunette jabbed her face against Alex’s sharply, both women spitting and snarling in blind anger, their mouths shaping cruel obscenities that neither could hear even at this point-blank range over the din of the tavern.

Alex managed to free both of her hands enough to grip Kristin’s bare waist just above the beltline of her pants, and she madly tugged the other woman’s flexing, bucking pelvis in closer to her own, silently vowing to keep the raven-haired bitch’s hands away from her crotch this time. As she gripped the other girl’s squirming flesh, she felt the smooth material of Kristin’s tight pants and came to the instant, cold realization that the other woman was wearing leather pants just like she was—pussy protection against being squeezed into submission, she knew. Kristin was thinking just like she was—but she was one up on Alex now, having cunt-squeezed Alex out of commission five years ago and now putting the two enemies on equal terms before Alex could even the score.

She could feel Kristin’s hot chest rising and falling against hers as both women continued to struggle against each other, both gasping almost in exhaustion already just from the simple, torturous effort of reaching each other through the New Year’s Eve crowd in the bar. Alex’s body burned with hatred and frustration as her meager efforts to clinch and claw at her opponent seemed to come to nothing, although Kristin seemed to be doing no serious damage to Alex either. But she knew she had to pay the brunette bitch back for their last encounter at this bar and she knew she would have to take advantage of how closely they were pressed together to do it.

Alex pressed her face forward until her right cheek encountered Kristin’s. The other brunette flinched, tried to twist away, but there was only so much room to maneuver, and the more she tried to keep her face away from Alex’s the more she exposed her long, elegant neck. She aimed a last angry glare into Kristin’s eyes before she nuzzled her open mouth up against the other woman beneath her ear.

“Cunt,” she moaned just before sinking her fangs into Kristin’s neck. Some of the brunette’s long, raven-black hair managed to interfere with her bite but she still managed to clamp her teeth down into the soft, muscular flesh and hold the bite while Kristin thrashed and squirmed furiously against her. Alex hung on ravenously, chewing spitefully and gouging her incisors into the other woman’s neck muscles for several long, satisfying minutes until she pulled away enough to leave both women gasping in an angry frenzy into each other’s faces.

Alex felt Kristin’s fingers gripping her arm and grabbing a belt loop of her pants as she crushed violently up against her, and before she could respond the raven-haired brunette pressed her face up against Alex’s, her mouth against Alex’s ear and her raw, gin-soaked voice growling, “Pussy,” before her teeth found Alex’s bare neck through her mane of soft dark hair and took their hungry revenge with a fierce, long and painful bite of their own. Just as before, Alex almost felt Kristin’s low voice vibrating into her gut more than she could hear her over the roar of other voices in the bar.

Thursday's Topic: WHAT STORY BY ANOTHER AUTHOR WOULD YOU LIKE BE REWRITE?

Is there a story in the genre that you would like to see expanded, or some part of it changed, or simply that you would like to see from another author's point of view?

I jump at the thought of Emery rewriting something by Morton and vice versa!

AI: THE MEASURE

What if Rain and Sun had a catfight?

Shorts: THE LAKE (10)